Run: 2026-05-20-01KS25X1T972STE9Q6DWJBSM3Z

The grandfather clock struck midnight, sending a shiver through the quiet library where the wealthy old man lay motionless. Cold rain lashed violently against the tall glass windows while a single candle flickered on the polished mahogany desk. Sir Reginald sat frozen in his favorite leather armchair, his eyes staring blankly at the ornate, high ceiling above. A dark, sticky pool of fresh blood slowly pooled on the Persian rug beneath his dangling, lifeless left hand. Then, the heavy oak door creaked open, revealing a shadowed figure holding a tarnished silver key in their hand. No one in the grand manor heard the soft footsteps that escaped into the foggy, silent night quite undetected.